A Punk Birdsong
Emerging from a body image Wintering.
“IS THIS ROCK AND ROLL?” my three-year-old shouted from the backseat on our way to school.
“No. It’s punk.” I responded.
“Punk…” she repeated as she committed the word to memory.
Finally. I had taught my kid something useful, and there was even a slight chance she’ll think I’m cool for it one day.
It was the first day of March, which meant winter was coming…
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